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"Minimal Friends" with NOX (2018 Collaborations Overview 2/5)

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“ Minimal Friends” NOX (prod. By Kev Brown) [March 2018] https://soundcloud.com/kingnox/minimal-friends-ft-allone Nox in full-form performing NOX is a fellow Long Island rapper and was a relatively new friend at the time of this collaboration, after catching him live a handful of times, it was clear we both had a verbose and intellectual approach to writing with an insistent emphasis on our strange sides and leaning into our interests. He's a fantastic freestyler (Here are some episodes of my Spontaneous Sundays with AllOne we did together: Ep. 55   ep. 60 , ep. 90 ) as well so we bonded on our love for the improvised craft. Nox, like Jesse, presented the ideal preparedness for a guest request, bringing the lo-fi Kev Brown instrumental to me as well as his fully formed verse and a solid intention for my role in the track. When he told me the theme and that he intended on calling it “minimal friends”, a sort of anthem for the outsider, a confessional tribute to...

DJ BMO & AllOne debut collaboration with "Anima Mundi" Remix!

DJ BMO aka Kyle Banks, who has been my DJ pretty officially since January 2016, just released his second EP "Phantasy" !   It is a MUST LISTEN! Especially for fans of EDM, Hip-Hop, electronica, dubstep, party music or any good hip hop.  I feel "Phantasy" is an improvement from his already impressive   "Bento Box" EP from last year.  Kyle is one of the most hard working and driven artists I know.  He is always pushing his craft, performing more nights a week than not and often creating new material for these sets constantly.  He rarely plays the same set twice and he is always doing something new and interesting.  Somehow in all the times we've performed together we have yet to collaborate...until now that is!  On "Phantasy" Kyle remixed Gramatik's "Anima Mundi" for a closing song and did me the honor of asking me to rap on it.  He entrusted me with complete creative freedom. That's a dangerous thing to tell me.  Two we...

"Gil From London" (National Poetry Month poem-a-day) Day 29

“ Gil From London” Criminal Episode20 Written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/30/2017 Karen, I know you're dreaming as I type this, Funny, you're a dream yourself, you really are terrific these last three weeks have been exquisite and exciting Honey, I've been dreaming too of detours while on business... I'm alighting right now, (to India, I'm flying) Distracted, second guessing getting a second ticket, Since my child and wife passed, I've also felt lifeless Disagreeably you're grieving, but our symmetry so assisted Unprecedented since the loss, I've found myself smiling, You're the cause of course, could I repay with paying a visit? In just a few days I could be in Los Angeles, You've uniquely understood the pain's heaviness your tenderness and empathy's innate readiness, have healed my heart aches and strangely steadied it and yet you've jump-started its invigorated pace Sorry we can't easi...

"Tiger" (National Poetry Month poem-a-day) Day 26

“ Tiger” Criminal Episode 46 Written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/26/2017 Come see Tony the Tiger! Yes, son just like the one on the cereal box... Now imagine that 550 pounds! Incredible isn't he? Tigers are fierce predators, Don't get too close ma'am, he may spray you! How old is he? 16! Yes pretty Miss, 16 Years he's lived in this here Louisiana gas station. Putting the ”pet” in “petrol”. Go and get your “ animal rights activists taste like chicken” T-shirts when you're through pumping your gas. Haha! Oh don't cry lil lady! Oh he's happy as can be. He gets the best food money can buy and doe'n't even work for it like he was built to. Oh no son, he's happy here with his poppa Mike. Ignorance is bliss. Wild ain't he?

"Angie" (National Poetry Month poem-a-day) Day 24

“ Angie” Criminal Episode26 Written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/24/2017 Adam went to Philly to play soccer as a pro, on off-time he'd wander, by overpasses he'd roam Oft times he'd chat with folks who hadn't had a home He'd make sandwiches he'd dole out to those he'd get to know Met a guy Red Colt, professorial, eloquent, shopping cart of bags, silver tongue of etiquette Red Colt's girl Angie started up with the expletives then to Adam's shock, Red Colt up and defended him! Adam frequented the benches and the bridges, He'd come to love Red Colt and his ornery missus, He wished he could help the folks others dismissed then in March both the vagrants vacated...went missing! Around July 4 th , Homicide Detective Mangold Discovers a body by the river horrifically mangled Someone dismantled it to pieces and bagged those, Hung them from branches an immobile-mobile dangled. The swamped department couldn...

"Finding Sarah and Phillip" (National Poetry Month poem-a-day) Day 22

“ Finding Sarah and Phillip” Criminal Episode 60 Written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/23/2017 Sarah and Phillip went for an extended visit with Dad for Fourth of July. The fireworks weren't all celebratory. Dad shot off two himself. Sarah and Phillip's stay was permanent. They had new rooms, roadside. Fair amount of acreage. A tree, a pile of wood some loose concrete like incidental headstones. He couldn't recall what he'd done. Couldn't recall where he'd done it. Where he buried he and Terri's babies, two babes with bullet holes where sweet faces used to be. He scribbled the police a crude map, (painfully reminiscent of a child's drawing.) Careless, crude cartographer of rustic crypts. He sent himself off on an extended visit of his own before he could be of much help. In someways he had done enough. In others he hadn't. Terry pleaded with the police, pleaded and pleaded. But not a one could fin...

"It Looked Like Fire" (National Poetry Month poem-a-day) Day 21

“ It Looked Like Fire” Criminal Episode32 Written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/21/2017 Ed respectfully attended the Ferguson protest out of curiosity Appropriate... everyone was outraged over “what killed the cat” Things were getting curioser and curioser. He was immediately enveloped in the waves of sadness. Drowned in the undertow of the overtones of anger, pain, mourning at the injustice. He'd experienced nothing like it and wished he hadn't had to. More cops showed up. Robotic riot gear, clockwork synchronization. Almost inhuman in their actions. But that's why we were protesting wasn't it? Inhumanity in cops' actions “ Go home” the riot police chanted. “ This IS our home!" the protesters reminded them. Then as if forgetting that this demonstration was responsible for enough tears shed. The police start tossing their smoke-billowing alligator-tear-gas canisters unforgiving and unforgivable into the crowd... ...